I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived